// i came from a broken home, so look at all my broken bones
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
count me in, but count me out, i know what this is about //
He loves her, and he hopes that it’s obvious in each and every fleeting, gentle touch he can offer her. It’s the least he can do after everything, just as her own love for him and adoration are the least she can do for him. So he steadies her and soothes what terrible things had wormed their way into her mind. He can try to alleviate them wherever he can, and gods he hopes that it works.
He presses a kiss to her cheek before they’re parting, a soft and slow murmur of how he’d make it up to her later, before he’s withdrawing to focus on the void river stars. Her quip of disdain sparks an accented chuckle from him as he draws some of the water from the river out, forming them into shards of jagged ice spikes. “I’d be happy to.” He says idly, aiming before launching the spikes toward the center of one of the river stars. It hits its target, black and purple ooze immediately erupting from it with the shriek of pain and upset. “And I think their evolution was just rage.” He turns back toward her with a raise of his scarred brow and that crooked, roguish smirk, before he’s focusing back on the second river star, prepping another couple of ice shards. “Wanna do this one together?”
If she says yes, he'll hold off on launching his ice spikes until she launches her own barrage.
He presses a kiss to her cheek before they’re parting, a soft and slow murmur of how he’d make it up to her later, before he’s withdrawing to focus on the void river stars. Her quip of disdain sparks an accented chuckle from him as he draws some of the water from the river out, forming them into shards of jagged ice spikes. “I’d be happy to.” He says idly, aiming before launching the spikes toward the center of one of the river stars. It hits its target, black and purple ooze immediately erupting from it with the shriek of pain and upset. “And I think their evolution was just rage.” He turns back toward her with a raise of his scarred brow and that crooked, roguish smirk, before he’s focusing back on the second river star, prepping another couple of ice shards. “Wanna do this one together?”
If she says yes, he'll hold off on launching his ice spikes until she launches her own barrage.
the flood
// i'm the next, so get in line
just let me have my fucking time //
just let me have my fucking time //
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
